Here I sit at the airport in North Carolina, fully-bearded and probably smelling like clothes that have not been washed by means other than becoming dampened by the rain or the slightly polluted river, and re-sun-dried while climbing an open rock face again and again and again for the past 50 days.

Living simply in the woods for so long with nothing on my mind and not a moment’s care for the chaotic happenings of the “real” world still driving forward around me has been an incredible experience yet again.